Ouch! Oh my gawwwd!!!

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**Yasmeen’s POV**

“Don’t go soft,” I whispered back…..

Then I dropped the towel.

It hit the floor in a soft white heap. Then Cool air kissed my bare skin. My heavy breasts felt full and sensitive, nipples already tight and pink. For a second Liam just stared—his dark eyes locked on every inch of me like he had been starving for years.

That was it.

That was the moment he lost control.

He moved fast. One second I was standing there exposed; the next my back hit the wall with a soft thud. His hands braced on either side of my head.

No mouth on mine. He deliberately turned his face when I tried to lean in for a kiss, burying his lips against the side of my neck instead—hot, open-mouthed, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“Let’s cheat back,” he growled against my throat.

His voice was rough, almost cold. One hand left the wall and caressed my neck gently while his eyes dropped to my breasts and stayed there.

“I don’t want Elsa back,” he whispered, still staring. “But you want Lucas back. I’m more like doing you a favor.”

Goosebumps raced across my skin. The words should have hurt. Instead they made me wetter.

“So my own deal is… no kissing. You can’t kiss me again. I hate kisses.”

I smirked up at him, He really thought I still cared about vanilla love after what Lucas and Elsa had done.

“Deal,” I whispered.

His mouth closed over my left breast without warning.

Hot and Wet.

Sucking deep.

My head fell back against the wall as his tongue circled my nipple, then drew it into his mouth hard. Pleasure shot straight between my legs. I was so soaked and he had barely touched me.

When I was lost in it—moaning, arching, pushing my chest toward him—he pinched my right long pink nipple hard between his fingers.

Pain and pleasure exploded together. A broken moan tore out of me.

Then he stopped completely.

I pushed my chest forward and tried to grab his head, desperate to pull his mouth back to my breast. He chuckled for the first time—low, dark, almost amused.

“Sweet Honey,” he murmured, using my old campus name and it made my stomach flip. “You have to follow my command.”

He stepped back just enough to look at me.

“Bend on all fours on the bed.”

I walk towards the bed.....

My phone slipped from my fingers and landed on the nightstand with a dull thud. For a second I just stared at him. Then the need won. I climbed onto the mattress and got on my hands and knees, my heart hammering.

Behind me I heard the sound of his sweatpants hitting the floor.

I looked over my shoulder—and nearly ran out of the room.

He was huge. Long. Thick. Easily eleven inches, heavy and already hard, the head of his cock flushed dark.

The way he stood there completely naked was so hot it made my mouth go dry. He was taller than Lucas, more carved, every muscle tight with restraint.

He stepped closer, put one large hand between my shoulder blades and pushed my shoulder down, forcing my chest lower and my back into a deep arch.

“This is how to bend on all fours for me,” he instructed…...

“Arch properly and let your ass be all mine.” he hissed.

“Yes…” I moaned. The command alone made me feel filthy.

I stared at the mirror across from the bed. My soft, huge ass was presented to him perfectly. Even when I tried to stay still it jiggled like water.

He spanked me.

Hard.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Each slap cracked through the quiet room and sent heat flooding my core.

Five. Six.

He paused to fold my cheeks open with both hands, staring, then spanked me again.

Seven. Eight.

My skin burned.

My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping down my thighs.

Then the blunt, thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

He pushed in.

I choked on the stretch. “Ahh—!”

He was so deep. Deeper than anything I had ever felt. My tight little pussy struggled to take him. Tears sprang to my eyes instantly.

“Do you even fuck at all?” he hissed, voice strained. “You’re so tight…”

He didn’t stop. Inch after thick inch forced its way inside until his hips met my ass and I was sobbing into the sheets.

The burn mixed with a dark, overwhelming fullness. He pulled back and thrust again—harder.

My hair fell into my face, messy and wild.

Every stroke dragged another broken cry out of me. I was crying and moaning at the same time, completely ruined already.

My phone on the nightstand started ringing.

Lucas’s name lit up the screen.

I reached for it with shaking fingers, barely able to think. Liam didn’t stop fucking me. He kept driving deep while I fumbled the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Where are you?” Lucas’s voice came through, casual, almost bored.

“I… I—”

Liam suddenly pulled out, grabbed my ankles, and yanked me backward off the bed. In one smooth, brutal motion he lifted my hips, holding me in a standing wheelbarrow position—my hands on the mattress, legs up, ass high—while he stood behind me and slammed back into my pussy in one long, deep thrust.

I moaned so loud it cracked.

“Fuck—”

He thrust harder, the wet sound of his cock pounding into me filling the room while my husband’s voice stayed on the line.

“Yasmeen… are you getting fucked?” Lucas whispered in a panic!!!

Ouch!!! Oh my gawwwwd!!! I screamed squirting on the sheets.

Uggh!!!